An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

all, they

though to the very end and

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like some people didn't listen and get their face masks…" Sherlock said

peers, the Heroic Rank Adventurers. It felt a bit odd, seeing as he was the shortest among them, but

no one

confident of their tolerance level. I mean, look at us."

we're stronger, obviously." Britta

Mana was a lot greater than Miasma that would be drifting in the air, so there was really no

though none of them went out and said it, all the Heroic Rank Adventurers had masks among the load they carried. Not only that, but they had Mana Potions of all kinds so they could treat

carried, it was doubtful that they would share their

peddlers to make some money."

for peddlers to enter Dungeons, especially if it was a large scale operation

of the Dungeon, and the desperation of the Adventurers inside, their rates could go from three times more than the usual market price to up to

choice but to buy those items—whether

it a profitable venture; enough for peddlers to risk their lives by entering dangerous Dungeons… just to make a lot

us. It should be the opposite, don't you

Guildmaster's words echoed amongst the strong, everyone cast their gaze on the man in his dark coat and gentlemanly

now, he held his briefcase like a traveling businessman, and he gave off an

had remained quiet for most of

Until now.

but… I do know one thing." Jet glanced left and right, ensuring his eyes met every single one

at the massive

Dungeon does not discriminate between the strong or weak. If we don't focus on

grim tone attached to them as he

were cases of strong Adventurers dying in Dungeons, just as there

or weak,

result, the hubris of the strong was something that had to be cut off as soon

were unknown creatures that lurked in

them, just as they